New York City
Shithole Of My Dreams
I janked up my sweater and saw my open belt. My wallet had been attached to that belt, now it was gone.
Turning in a tight circle, first to the left, then to the right, hoping the wallet was on the floor, I must’ve looked like a dog chasing its tail. Nothing.
I stood in front of my hotel room with an unbuckled belt and five shopping bags beside me, no key, no money, no passport and no airline tic [...]







